"rowland" poems - Hello Poetry

Nature is everything that wasn’t created by man, It cannot be controlled by anyone. I admire the beautiful trees that sway from left to right, And the delightful blue sea that is filled with marine life. I admire waking up every day to an amazing sunrise, And going to bed to a charming sunset. I admire being a part of a world so bright, But wait, I can’t forget about the night, the moon, and the stars that are ever so bright. I admire the cool breeze giving me goosebumps. I admire the gentle flowing of rivers and waterfalls that makes me meditate, It reminds me to never build feelings such as hate. I admire how nature takes care of itself and mankind, I surely cannot tell nature it has its time. Nature is everything that wasn’t created by man, It cannot be controlled by anyone. I admire that nature is always going to be there, And because of that, I admire the fact that nature truly do care. Sade Rowland

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Apr 2, 2020

Apr 2, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC

Sadepoems

I Admire Nature

Nature is everything that wasn’t created by man, It cannot be controlled by anyone. I admire the beautiful trees that sway from left to right, And the delightful blue sea that is filled with marine life. I admire waking up every day to an amazing sunrise, And going to bed to a charming sunset. I admire being a part of a world so bright, But wait, I can’t forget about the night, the moon, and the stars that are ever so bright. I admire the cool breeze giving me goosebumps. I admire the gentle flowing of rivers and waterfalls that makes me meditate, It reminds me to never build feelings such as hate. I admire how nature takes care of itself and mankind, I surely cannot tell nature it has its time. Nature is everything that wasn’t created by man, It cannot be controlled by anyone. I admire that nature is always going to be there, And because of that, I admire the fact that nature truly do care. Sade Rowland

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A famous ship that set sailed The name “Titanic” a cruise liner marked for preserver, but something down the line failed The Titanic made it’s way over the seas Yet on the deck the passengers were treated to an endless breeze As the music played an elegant melody The feeling of majestic royalty within red carpet hospitality This was the first of the Titanic voyage History in the making for sure But will the Titanic reach destined shore? A final night that everyone narrates and regrets As the doomed cruise liner continued on the waves Disaster struck with thoughts on did the waves behave Panic was among the travelling passengers The passengers being distinguished in the category of who’s who There was a special passenger and I will give you a clue The insignia of R.H. I didn’t give the last name as I am trying to see if you figured out what R.H. stands for You will be surprised in galore The passenger was Rowland Hussey Macy The name associates with MACY’S DEPARTMENT STORE A store you probably shop today But Mr. Macy perished on board the ship “Titanic” Yet he was a man of the seas by way of Merchant ****** from Nantucket But the Titanic was constructed to be unsinkable However the situation does make one think as what really happened on the Titanic? A mystery of the seven seas Let your mind wander but feel at ease All the passengers perished, and their soul’s went to thee.

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Jan 1, 2015

Jan 1, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC

preservationman

SEA LANES

A famous ship that set sailed The name “Titanic” a cruise liner marked for preserver, but something down the line failed The Titanic made it’s way over the seas Yet on the deck the passengers were treated to an endless breeze As the music played an elegant melody The feeling of majestic royalty within red carpet hospitality This was the first of the Titanic voyage History in the making for sure But will the Titanic reach destined shore? A final night that everyone narrates and regrets As the doomed cruise liner continued on the waves Disaster struck with thoughts on did the waves behave Panic was among the travelling passengers The passengers being distinguished in the category of who’s who There was a special passenger and I will give you a clue The insignia of R.H. I didn’t give the last name as I am trying to see if you figured out what R.H. stands for You will be surprised in galore The passenger was Rowland Hussey Macy The name associates with MACY’S DEPARTMENT STORE A store you probably shop today But Mr. Macy perished on board the ship “Titanic” Yet he was a man of the seas by way of Merchant ****** from Nantucket But the Titanic was constructed to be unsinkable However the situation does make one think as what really happened on the Titanic? A mystery of the seven seas Let your mind wander but feel at ease All the passengers perished, and their soul’s went to thee.

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Elaine sat in class. She'd seen John on the bus, but he had not looked over at her, but gazed out the window, sitting beside the boy Trevor. She looked back and he was sitting at back of class with a boy called Rowland, he looking at some book the boy was showing him. Once the pupils were all there Miss G took the register calling out the names. Elaine wished John was beside her at her desk; wished he was talking to her not the Rowland boy. She sat uneasy, her body plumpish, her glasses smeary needing cleaning. Miss G talked about music; about Mozart; about his piano works and put on a LP and the pupils sat arms folded or hands over faces listening -or not- to the unfolding Mozart music piece. Her sister talked of boys over breakfast; what so and so had done and where and their mother had said NOT AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE loudly but did boys really sniff after girls as her sister had said? Elaine never heard John sniff her. He had kissed her that day, but not sniffed-thank God- and she looked at Miss G as the music played away.

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Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC

terry-collett

MOZART AND JOHN 1962

Elaine sat in class. She'd seen John on the bus, but he had not looked over at her, but gazed out the window, sitting beside the boy Trevor. She looked back and he was sitting at back of class with a boy called Rowland, he looking at some book the boy was showing him. Once the pupils were all there Miss G took the register calling out the names. Elaine wished John was beside her at her desk; wished he was talking to her not the Rowland boy. She sat uneasy, her body plumpish, her glasses smeary needing cleaning. Miss G talked about music; about Mozart; about his piano works and put on a LP and the pupils sat arms folded or hands over faces listening -or not- to the unfolding Mozart music piece. Her sister talked of boys over breakfast; what so and so had done and where and their mother had said NOT AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE loudly but did boys really sniff after girls as her sister had said? Elaine never heard John sniff her. He had kissed her that day, but not sniffed-thank God- and she looked at Miss G as the music played away.

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1. Candles smell best when the day is nearing its end and you feel the weariness in your bones. Favourites flicker like moods and the way the fire dances upon the wick; fresh scents mostly. Zingy citrus and sweet melon and cucumber, and sometimes sweet spice and serenity which smells like old memories. 2. As a sister, I do no know what kind of attributes I wish for a sister. Even though I adore and get annoyed in equal parts by the girl who calls me big sissie, I could not name what it is that I exactly would want. Perhaps, I would enjoy some one such as Nana Visitor as my sister, although one wonders if having actors for a family member is the best. Kelly Rowland comes to mind, and perhaps I would adore her as a sister the most. 3. I have longed for a brother for a long time, wished I had one just to experience it, mostly. I’d want someone fierce, but someone understanding too. Someone who would not treat me like I could look after myself, and under much consideration, I do not believe there is someone I’d truly want as a celebrity as my brother. Perhaps Olly Murs, if I had to really answer this. 4. Marriage is not something I would wear well, I do not think. It’s not a comfy pair of sweats or a too big sweater. It’s a very pretty dress, or a dapper suit and it doesn’t fit like colourful beanies or a rather fluffy scarf. 5. Books lay in piles about the space entitled my room, old bottles from years before I was born live in their own special cupboards. Piles of intricately made teaspoons and bone-handled knives tuck into boxes upon boxes upon boxes. Old text books barely squeeze into my shelves. I hoard like I breathe. 6.When young and flexible I managed to tie myself in knots; I’d fit in spaces I only dream about now and stretch like I was reaching for the light. Doing such things like the splits doesn’t occur to me anymore, I’ve got a book to read, an emotion to write and a song to hum under my breath.

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Sep 24, 2013

Sep 24, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC

bekha-kershaw

six things no one's ever asked about me

1. Candles smell best when the day is nearing its end and you feel the weariness in your bones. Favourites flicker like moods and the way the fire dances upon the wick; fresh scents mostly. Zingy citrus and sweet melon and cucumber, and sometimes sweet spice and serenity which smells like old memories. 2. As a sister, I do no know what kind of attributes I wish for a sister. Even though I adore and get annoyed in equal parts by the girl who calls me big sissie, I could not name what it is that I exactly would want. Perhaps, I would enjoy some one such as Nana Visitor as my sister, although one wonders if having actors for a family member is the best. Kelly Rowland comes to mind, and perhaps I would adore her as a sister the most. 3. I have longed for a brother for a long time, wished I had one just to experience it, mostly. I’d want someone fierce, but someone understanding too. Someone who would not treat me like I could look after myself, and under much consideration, I do not believe there is someone I’d truly want as a celebrity as my brother. Perhaps Olly Murs, if I had to really answer this. 4. Marriage is not something I would wear well, I do not think. It’s not a comfy pair of sweats or a too big sweater. It’s a very pretty dress, or a dapper suit and it doesn’t fit like colourful beanies or a rather fluffy scarf. 5. Books lay in piles about the space entitled my room, old bottles from years before I was born live in their own special cupboards. Piles of intricately made teaspoons and bone-handled knives tuck into boxes upon boxes upon boxes. Old text books barely squeeze into my shelves. I hoard like I breathe. 6.When young and flexible I managed to tie myself in knots; I’d fit in spaces I only dream about now and stretch like I was reaching for the light. Doing such things like the splits doesn’t occur to me anymore, I’ve got a book to read, an emotion to write and a song to hum under my breath.

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Yochana sits beside Angela her best friend Miss G plays Beethoven on the old gramophone piano piece sonata Yochana likes this one the music stirs her up conjures up images desires Angela looks behind at the back of the class she sees them the two boys sitting bored eyeing her Rowland pokes out his tongue but Benny has that smile that hair quiff how is she he lip talks Yochana? she turns back to the front he's looking she informs Yochana that Benny I don't care about him Yochana says softly (not wanting to disturb Beethoven) but she does she senses his hazel eyes touching her body bringing out hot flushes distracts her emotions from music Beethoven (poor Ludwig) pushed aside and she feels Benny’s eyes hazel warm look inside.

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC

terry-collett

ROLL OVER BEETHOVEN.

Yochana sits beside Angela her best friend Miss G plays Beethoven on the old gramophone piano piece sonata Yochana likes this one the music stirs her up conjures up images desires Angela looks behind at the back of the class she sees them the two boys sitting bored eyeing her Rowland pokes out his tongue but Benny has that smile that hair quiff how is she he lip talks Yochana? she turns back to the front he's looking she informs Yochana that Benny I don't care about him Yochana says softly (not wanting to disturb Beethoven) but she does she senses his hazel eyes touching her body bringing out hot flushes distracts her emotions from music Beethoven (poor Ludwig) pushed aside and she feels Benny’s eyes hazel warm look inside.

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It wasn't until Rowland poked my elbow in music class and said hey Benny look at the titless one at the front with the blonde ****** I looked to where his finger pointed that I noticed Yochana for the first time sitting at the front of class with a blonde girl who was shorter but that hardly made her a ****** -Rowland and his humour- I studied her as Miss G talked about Schubert and his music and his life I noted the thinness of her body - Yochana's not Miss G's- the black hair smooth and shiny and I never thought about her titlessness at time but something about her caught my eye later after the kissing on the cheek thing and the day after I kissed her hand I waited for her at the end of biology class when she came out with her friend the blonde haired Angela -Rowland went onto the tuck shop and then to morning recess- when she saw me there and I smiled she shooed her friend off and waited by the wall she said are you waiting for me? shouldn't I? why would you? why not? do you always answer questions with a question? do you? she smiled and looked me in my hazel eyes what did you want? she asked to talk with you I said is that all? anything else on offer? what other else? I don't know yet but I'm sure I can think of something I said I'm sure you can she said is that it? are you in a rush? my friend's waiting for me she replied can't your girlfriend wait a bit longer? she'd not my girlfriend she's a friend who is a girl she said defensively I dreamed of you last night I said did you? no you wouldn't let me let you what? Miss G passed us by and walked down the corridor giving us a backward stare kiss you I said shame Yochana said yes it was I said we stood in the corridor a few seconds in silence kids passing by you kissed my hand the other day isn't that enough? she said no a glimpse of heaven isn't enough until you get there I said she looked past me then at the kids passing by not here maybe lunch time some place quiet we can maybe kiss she said then touching my hand briefly she walked off down the corridor and I watched her going with a kind of yearning my inner soul and my body burning.

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May 8, 2015

May 8, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC

terry-collett

YOCHANA'S PROMISE 1962.

It wasn't until Rowland poked my elbow in music class and said hey Benny look at the titless one at the front with the blonde ****** I looked to where his finger pointed that I noticed Yochana for the first time sitting at the front of class with a blonde girl who was shorter but that hardly made her a ****** -Rowland and his humour- I studied her as Miss G talked about Schubert and his music and his life I noted the thinness of her body - Yochana's not Miss G's- the black hair smooth and shiny and I never thought about her titlessness at time but something about her caught my eye later after the kissing on the cheek thing and the day after I kissed her hand I waited for her at the end of biology class when she came out with her friend the blonde haired Angela -Rowland went onto the tuck shop and then to morning recess- when she saw me there and I smiled she shooed her friend off and waited by the wall she said are you waiting for me? shouldn't I? why would you? why not? do you always answer questions with a question? do you? she smiled and looked me in my hazel eyes what did you want? she asked to talk with you I said is that all? anything else on offer? what other else? I don't know yet but I'm sure I can think of something I said I'm sure you can she said is that it? are you in a rush? my friend's waiting for me she replied can't your girlfriend wait a bit longer? she'd not my girlfriend she's a friend who is a girl she said defensively I dreamed of you last night I said did you? no you wouldn't let me let you what? Miss G passed us by and walked down the corridor giving us a backward stare kiss you I said shame Yochana said yes it was I said we stood in the corridor a few seconds in silence kids passing by you kissed my hand the other day isn't that enough? she said no a glimpse of heaven isn't enough until you get there I said she looked past me then at the kids passing by not here maybe lunch time some place quiet we can maybe kiss she said then touching my hand briefly she walked off down the corridor and I watched her going with a kind of yearning my inner soul and my body burning.

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There's an old forgotten cemetery just through the woods we used to pretend was Narnia when we were young. Defaced and orphaned, it sleeps. An early morning fog hovers lazily atop browning blades of grass. The headstones not repurposed into gravel and firewood by bored teens read numbers that speaker much louder than the names above. 1937-1939. 1943-1944. 1948-1953. I can see it-- pink, chubby legs stuffed into tiny dress slacks; soft eyelashes kissed for the last time before the waves of dirt storm the beach of a casket much too small to seem real. *** I wonder if your mother knew that this place would fade from memory. That it would dry and shrivel from neglect and indifference. That you would inspire poetry, Rowland *how many baby boomers never bloomed-- their escape from the womb punished too soon by a God with whom no take backs isn't a rule?*

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Mar 5, 2016

Mar 5, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC

post-modern-suburban-poetry

Rowland

There's an old forgotten cemetery just through the woods we used to pretend was Narnia when we were young. Defaced and orphaned, it sleeps. An early morning fog hovers lazily atop browning blades of grass. The headstones not repurposed into gravel and firewood by bored teens read numbers that speaker much louder than the names above. 1937-1939. 1943-1944. 1948-1953. I can see it-- pink, chubby legs stuffed into tiny dress slacks; soft eyelashes kissed for the last time before the waves of dirt storm the beach of a casket much too small to seem real. *** I wonder if your mother knew that this place would fade from memory. That it would dry and shrivel from neglect and indifference. That you would inspire poetry, Rowland *how many baby boomers never bloomed-- their escape from the womb punished too soon by a God with whom no take backs isn't a rule?*

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The Sheila girl looms large in his mind during maths the teacher going on about some aspect of algebra Rowland who sits next to him mutters who's the **** at the gates? John pretends to write down what is on the blackboard just some girl who likes me John tells him Rowland pulls him a face what's she like underneath? didn't seem to have **** Rowland says I don't know what she's got John mutters writing down the set sum on the board he'd not seen what she had underneath why should he? he wonders after all he didn't know her that well as yet would he then once he did? Coles listen teacher said throwing chalk at the desk where John sat stand up boy what did I say to you? teacher says I don't know John replies my mind was elsewhere then (wondering what Sheila under clothes maybe like) then listen boy he said (the teacher) John sits down other kids murmur soft Rowland says bet she wears white ******* and no bra and giggles John just sighs scribbles down the set sum teacher's done lets Sheila in his mind sit silent beside him touching his right hand thigh giving him the keen eye.

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC

TerryCollett

SHEILA OR MATHS 1962.

The Sheila girl looms large in his mind during maths the teacher going on about some aspect of algebra Rowland who sits next to him mutters who's the **** at the gates? John pretends to write down what is on the blackboard just some girl who likes me John tells him Rowland pulls him a face what's she like underneath? didn't seem to have **** Rowland says I don't know what she's got John mutters writing down the set sum on the board he'd not seen what she had underneath why should he? he wonders after all he didn't know her that well as yet would he then once he did? Coles listen teacher said throwing chalk at the desk where John sat stand up boy what did I say to you? teacher says I don't know John replies my mind was elsewhere then (wondering what Sheila under clothes maybe like) then listen boy he said (the teacher) John sits down other kids murmur soft Rowland says bet she wears white ******* and no bra and giggles John just sighs scribbles down the set sum teacher's done lets Sheila in his mind sit silent beside him touching his right hand thigh giving him the keen eye.

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They were dropped off at the church like the others ready for choir practice but they held back and crept into the front porch to be alone for a few moments the voices of the others died down and away Yehudit gazed out into the evening sky feeling Benny near her you do love me don't you? she asked sure I do why ask? he said you seemed distant today at school and when I looked over at you in class you looked away he gazed at her outline in the door way of the porch you know how it is Rowland was saying how's your love life? and all that stuff and I was trying to make it seem I didn't have one and wanted just be free of his words and jest I guess she looked back at him aren't I worth getting jest about? if you loved me it wouldn't matter she said I know you're right but us guys are stupid at times we don't think in your league girls like to be seen to be loved not just words she said a bell rang from the tower must go she said wait he said look I’m sorry I made a mistake I do love you and it's more than words she walked out of the porch and into the evening semi-dark looked at the stars and moon the next time I look at you in class at least smile at me she said sure I will he said she kissed his cheek and ran off around the back and he stood watching the moon and stars and her footsteps faded into the night and he thought she's right.

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Nov 6, 2014

Nov 6, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC

terry-collett

SHE'S RIGHT.

They were dropped off at the church like the others ready for choir practice but they held back and crept into the front porch to be alone for a few moments the voices of the others died down and away Yehudit gazed out into the evening sky feeling Benny near her you do love me don't you? she asked sure I do why ask? he said you seemed distant today at school and when I looked over at you in class you looked away he gazed at her outline in the door way of the porch you know how it is Rowland was saying how's your love life? and all that stuff and I was trying to make it seem I didn't have one and wanted just be free of his words and jest I guess she looked back at him aren't I worth getting jest about? if you loved me it wouldn't matter she said I know you're right but us guys are stupid at times we don't think in your league girls like to be seen to be loved not just words she said a bell rang from the tower must go she said wait he said look I’m sorry I made a mistake I do love you and it's more than words she walked out of the porch and into the evening semi-dark looked at the stars and moon the next time I look at you in class at least smile at me she said sure I will he said she kissed his cheek and ran off around the back and he stood watching the moon and stars and her footsteps faded into the night and he thought she's right.

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Once he's home John passes his mother by the stove how was school? She asks him it was fine he replies what are you cooking then? Irish stew she replies O that's good John tells her and goes up to his room shuts the door his brother (much younger) has gone out John walks to the window and looks out Hebblewaite the neighbour is digging his garden John wonders about the girl Sheila he'd seen her just before he got on the school bus waiting there by the gates of the school hands in her school jacket her two eyes excited to see him they had talked quite quickly words exchanged almost kissed but too shy must go now he had said as the bus would soon leave she had waved blown a kiss so had he Hebblewaite seems to sweat wipes his brow John wonders what she wears underneath (Rowland's fault suggesting during maths) he can't ask her that one or suggest that she tell lovely eyes and that smile he muses looking on as the man Hebblewaite wipes his nose John whispers Sheila's name to the room it sounds like a steam train starting up Hebblewaite continues to dig on John closes his two eyes thinks of her deep within her beauty in the flesh gently lies.

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Nov 11, 2016

Nov 11, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC

TerryCollett

THINKS OF SHEILA 1962.

Once he's home John passes his mother by the stove how was school? She asks him it was fine he replies what are you cooking then? Irish stew she replies O that's good John tells her and goes up to his room shuts the door his brother (much younger) has gone out John walks to the window and looks out Hebblewaite the neighbour is digging his garden John wonders about the girl Sheila he'd seen her just before he got on the school bus waiting there by the gates of the school hands in her school jacket her two eyes excited to see him they had talked quite quickly words exchanged almost kissed but too shy must go now he had said as the bus would soon leave she had waved blown a kiss so had he Hebblewaite seems to sweat wipes his brow John wonders what she wears underneath (Rowland's fault suggesting during maths) he can't ask her that one or suggest that she tell lovely eyes and that smile he muses looking on as the man Hebblewaite wipes his nose John whispers Sheila's name to the room it sounds like a steam train starting up Hebblewaite continues to dig on John closes his two eyes thinks of her deep within her beauty in the flesh gently lies.

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